I was born on a wonderful, sunny day when I was invited to the home of my beautiful Debbie, who had just past on to heaven from an overdose of Oxycontin.
Debbie’s urn was placed inside of me so she could go to her walk-a-thon, educating people about the devastation of prescription drugs. They sat me on a table next to Debbie’s picture. Two little boys stole Debbie. When Debbie’s Mom realized we were missing, Debbie’s Mom made an announcement that whoever took us please bring us back.
Crying, they brought us back to the table. More than one hundred and fifty people were lined up with tears in their eyes to hug us. During that moment of shared love, Teddy’s Sleeping Angel was born.